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( all glory to the cup noodle. ) ([personal profile] manscaping) wrote in [community profile] banebu on July 22nd, 2018 at 03:40 pm
( That jibe is another layer which takes him away from the memories of this room, and Gladio exhales a laugh against the very edge of Ignis' cheek, more air than noise before ever so carefully depositing him on the mattress, pressing kisses to the edge of Ignis' mouth, his lower lip, his jaw, as he pushes him onto his back.

He has definitely waited. Pushed the thoughts aside again and again and accepted what he was given, but gods he has wished for this day. Not here, and not now, but - like the room itself - in an Eos covered in darkness, he knows better than to keep waiting for the right moment.

How many men and women have gone to their deaths - to something worse than their deaths - saying they're waiting for "the right time" to make something happen? So many that Gladiolus has lost count, and whatever he may say about having to stay alive until Noctis returns, he knows in the deepest parts of him, down in his bones, that every trip out carries the risk he won't return.

So it's here, in this room, on this night, after some questionable alcohol, that it happens. That his hands trip a path down to Ignis' trousers, his lips following, teeth nipping at bare skin, over scars old and new, before he pushes yet more useless fabric out of the way and wraps his hand around the length of Ignis' cock, tongue and lips a slow, teasing dance that contrasts starkly with every movement up to now. )
 
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